“What did you do?”
“Well, Miss, I closed the corridor door ...”
“Why did you do that?”
“Well, Miss, seeing the voices sounded angry-like, I thought perhaps it would be better not to let any one else hear.... And Mr. Greve looked upset-like when he passed me. He gave me quite a turn, he did, when I saw his face under the hall lamp....”
“Did you stay there ... and listen?”
Bude drew himself up.
“That is not my ’abit, Miss, not ’ere nor in hany of the ’ouses where I ’ave seen service....”
The butler broke off. The h’s were too much for him in his indignation.
“I didn’t mean to suggest anything underhand,” the girl said quickly. “I mean, did you hear any more?”
“No, Miss. I emptied the letter-box and took the letters to the servants’ hall.”